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At first it felt eerie to celebrate the life of a friend whose photo was on a heavy slab of brownstone from a nearby quarry. Two other slabs were engraved with dinosaur paw prints. The place looked like a vandalized graveyard...

I see pungent skunk cabbage all the way down the boardwalk. Layers of feelings stink. Mosquitoes rub wings next to my ears; I want my pen to bite back. Cattails are lined up like microphones. Red-winged blackbird rants and then...

There’s a memorial bench with your name on it in a park teeming with roses. If I found it and sat there I’d probably work myself into a dry drunk by recalling our long lunches together and the stacks of poems you inspired me to...

Plant rows of sunflower seeds instead of randomly shot bullets in the fields You crafted in Ukraine. Stop screaming missiles and smoke so the sun at its brightest yellow can silently reign in a clear blue sky. Feed the hollow...

Not a receptacle but still we can use it to hold a certain construction of memories, the year the word roadie became official, the year we landed a man on the moon and countdowns became famous. After Woodstock, after the riots...

I exhale into the body. I blow again, more forcefully. I chase down the corridor of breath but the chest does not rise. I try tipping the forehead back and pinching the nostrils shut. My hands are too small. Desperately, I will...

Two nursery catalogs and a condolence arrive in today’s mail— a good ratio: two peachy-purple promises of spring to a single inky rendering of water suggesting eternity. Why do we assign pleasure to only certain of nature’s...

For Thomas A. Thomas Thomas posts his photo of two fern fronds, matched, with corners angled, almost touching. They form a small spade of emptiness at the center of the image. A spade that pierces and digs. Light and shadow,...

I wear a disguise that looks just like me that’s the point no one can tell I am a person trying to imitate a person that left long ago   Claire Scott is an award-winning poet who has received multiple Pushcart Prize...

She faded away not because he turned to look the myth has it all wrong she didn’t walk behind him out of deference or misplaced misogyny but out of ambiguity pulled by both worlds the bounteous world of grains and flowers and...

Do we need a new language words perverted by politics misused, tinged with dark bruises like rotting apples weaponized, like the word woke slicing our country in two words used as dog whistles communicating in code such as the...

Say a midnight owl hoots a helicopter hovers a coyote slinks past headstones in a night of PJs and false promises say a mother drains scotch to forget her heart’s holler say she leaves contrails of hurt no hugs, no sandwiches...